It was happening. Oliver could tell right away when he saw that strange look on Bex's face.
Sure they'd done all the planning. Suitcase packed. Breathing exercises. Not that she'd ever need to know Lamaze stuff. Naturally, they'd argued over that. No, they wouldn't just let her go in to labor, now would they?
Of course, he couldn't tell her she was being ridiculous. That would have been the end of it, he supposed.
But now it was just starting. And she looked worried.
The last few weeks she'd been on bed rest. Because. She was worried, mostly. Worried that she might start spotting or having contractions. Something. But nothing ever happened. Only the days were slower and she was more tired and she'd lay on her side. And every little pain she might feel, could be. It.
But this time she screamed in pain. Gut wrenching horror. It hurt Oliver's ears. Definitely a signal that perhaps they should go to the hospital.
So Oliver loaded up the car. Got Bex loaded in the car. Called Max and it was off to the hospital.
Naturally, she told the nurse right away who just so happened to be Max, "I want a C-section! Now!"
She pulled his hair then and he winced.
"Just slow down. Has your water even broke?" Max asked.
"Water? What are you talking about?"
"This could be nothing Bex. They might send you home." Max got her into a wheel chair and wheeled her down to the hall to where she could be hooked up to all sorts of monitors. Naturally, she looked back at Oliver as if she might never be coming home.
He felt sure a storm was brewing. Hopefully, they'd hurry up and figure out Bex was ready to be a mother.